Page 29 of Black Onyx
Not after he’s seen me fight and behead someone.
“You are so wrong, brother,” Killian shakes his head, looking disappointed, and Storm inflates, getting ready to retort as his horns start to spark with his emotions. Well, the only emotion he shows anyway, anger.
“Enough,” Reaper growls, and surprisingly they both back off as the Headmaster just looks on curiously and somewhat shocked.
“We’re here to get Killian enrolled,” Loki grins happily, flashing fang and completely unaffected by the little showdown the brothers just had.
“Of course,” the Headmaster grins, gesturing for us to go into his office. “As requested, we kept his space open.”
“Thank you,” Killian replies with an easy-going grin on his face, a stark contrast to Storm’s scowling one.
“My pleasure. For what it’s worth, I do think that your brother is right. She’s untrained, spoiled and not worthy of a team such as theirs.” The Headmaster warns him.
My heart sinks to the soles of my feet. It’s starting to get really fucking hard, hearing that all the damn time. Killian’s face turns cold as his eyes flash with deadly intent. His fingers start to spark, and I know he’s seconds away from brutally murdering the Headmaster.
“Kill,” Reaper mutters, a warning in his tone.
I dart forward and grasp his arm just as he starts towards the entirely oblivious Headmaster. His dark and penetrating gaze snaps down to me.
“As much as I have fantasised about killing the bastard myself, you really can’t. It’s okay Kill, we know differently.” I try to get him to stand down.
“Fine,” he growls, a distinctive darkness to it that has the Headmaster finally glancing up.
As soon as his eyes land on Killian, he pales at his evident anger, which is made more terrifying by the grin Killian gives him. Even the guys start to look wary.
“I would suggest that you refrain from insulting Farren. It would also be in your best interest to put a stop to any of your enquiries regarding severing their bond. They won’t be needing it.” Killian threatens.
The Headmaster’s eyes flash with anger, “Now listen here, boy, your father may be the king, but in this academy, I rule. Don’t forget that I am more experienced than you are and could take you out in an instant.”
Killian’s responding chuckle is low and dark, one I recognise all too well.
“Ah fuck,” I mutter, and the others shoot me worried looks.
It takes seconds for Killian to have the Headmaster pinned to the wall, a menacing smile on his face and the sharp point of his tail to the Headmaster’s neck.
“How in the hell,” Reaper starts.
“Shouldn’t someone stop him?” Loki asks although mischievous amusement is still dancing in his eyes.
“Don’t worry, he won’t kill him; he’s just got a point to make,” I mutter, my eyes on Killian so that I can intervene the second that changes.
“And you’d know that how?” Storm sneers.
“That’s not his killing smile,” I reply snarkily. I’m done with his fucking attitude.
Storm opens his mouth to retort, but Killian starts to speak, and we all focus on that instead.
“Make no mistake, Sir,” he spits, “I could take you out before you even realised what was happening. I asked nicely, and now I’m telling you, or as Farren said, next time I’ll be wearing my killing smile.”
He waits until the Headmaster nods his agreement, awkwardly since he’s still got Kill’s tail to his throat and the angry demon towering over him, and then Killian unceremoniously lets go, letting the Headmaster fall to the floor in a heap.
Killian stands there, waiting for him to get up. As the other men just watch him cautiously, slightly on edge. I’m guessing Killian wasn’t quite as trigger-happy when they knew him.
When the Headmaster is standing again, Killian’s whole posture switches back to deceptively easy going, and he eyes him warily.
“Right, now that’s sorted, let’s get me enrolled.” He grins, and I smirk as the guy’s mouth drops open at the change in Kill.
“If you think I’m going to enrol you after that, you are deluded.” He croaks, trying to regain some of his composure.
